Hogwarts founder returns to campus

"I think so too. There is a portrait of Slytherin in my grandmother's house. They all say that this portrait has been passed down for a long time. The Slytherin on it is a cruel young wizard." Cassandra nodded and said.

"What does it look like?" Salazar suddenly felt his right eyelid twitch slightly, so he asked.

"It's a wizard with long hair, and it's pretty good-looking." Cassandra tilted her head and thought for a while before saying.

The topic did not go on for too long, and several young wizards fell asleep leaning against the back of their chairs after eating and drinking enough.

Hermione and Cassandra pressed their heads against each other, breathing one after another, maintaining a rhythm.

Salazar couldn't fall asleep at this time. This was his habit of chasing Haierbo for a long time, so he was always the last one to stay awake.

The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, from fields to heaths, and from heaths into the green Scottish Highlands.

On the higher ground were clumps of low vegetation, shrubs and haystacks, and moss-covered rocks.

This place gave Salazar a sense of a thousand years. Watching the sun continue to move westward, and darkness began to cover this peaceful highland, he knew that he was finally approaching his destination.

Cassandra, who was shaken awake by Salazar, was still a little out of bed, and while messing with her cascading blond hair, she fumbled for a licorice wand and tapped on the window glass.

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in 5 minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train. We will send you to school."

Cassandra finally woke up from the sound echoing in the train. She took out her robe from her backpack and pushed the two boys in the car towards the corridor.

Salazar didn't care much. He knew that the nights in the Scottish Highlands were very cold, so he just put his robe on the outside.

The train slowly decelerated and finally stopped. Several train doors opened, and gusts of cold wind poured directly into the corridor. The smiles of those laughing wizards were soon frozen, and a line of clear tears slowly flowed out from their noses.

Crowding each other out of the train, the freshmen stayed on the unlit platform, watching those senior students laughing and leaving from the other side with envy.

The sound of thunder exploded in the distance, and a huge figure was holding a small lantern in his hand, waving it and shouting: "Freshmen, go this way! Harry, come this way!"

"Harry Potter! It's Harry Potter!" someone in the crowd chirped.

Cassandra was also eager to try, but when she ran out, Salazar grabbed her wrist and kicked away a large piece of gravel in front of her.

"Sorry, I'm so excited!"

Salazar couldn't see her expression clearly in the dark, but he could imagine that she was smiling playfully with her tongue out.

"It's really cold." Justin muttered next to him.

Salazar didn't feel it at all. What this cold wind brought him was not the biting coolness, but the warmth of returning home.

The troops in front finally started to move forward, but the journey was not smooth. The air in the Scottish Highlands was relatively humid, and everything became wet and slippery after nightfall.

Especially the road down the mountain is narrow and steep, and from time to time you can hear the sound of slippery feet and crying.

"It's so dark," Hermione complained.

The two girls held hands and slowly moved down the mountain step by step.

Justin sniffed his nose and complained next to Salazar: "Why can't street lights be installed here, it's too dangerous!"

"Because this is the road that we (the founders) walked that year, freshmen have to fully experience the process of reaching Hogwarts." The voices came from Salazar and Cassandra.

"There is a tacit understanding." Justin said, sniffling heavily.

The road finally became smoother, and the huge figure in front shouted again: "Be careful! Turn this corner and you will see Hogwarts soon!"

This long and narrow road is always covered by mountains and forests, and only at the end of the road can you see the black lake, and on the towering hillside on the other side of the lake, stands a majestic ancient castle with a history of thousands of years.

"Long time no see!" Salazar squinted his eyes. He was too familiar with this castle. If it wasn't for Haierbo, it would be the place where he was buried after death.

The last quarter moon still hangs in the sky half-covered with a pipa, and the windows of the castle seem to be stars, echoing the brilliance of the moon, and a solemn and distant atmosphere is naturally exuded.

The applause of the gigantic figure was louder than thunder, bringing the people attracted by Hogwarts Castle back to the shores of the Black Lake.

After the crowd stopped rioting, he shouted, "We're going on a boat next! Only four people per boat!"

Sitting on the boat, Cassandra and Hermione were whispering, their hands still reaching into the lake to fiddle with the still warm water.

Sitting next to Salazar, Justin looked at the huge figure with the round-faced boy at the back and asked, "He shouldn't be human, right? He's so tall!"

"Half-blood giant, obviously." Salazar replied, enjoying the lake wind blowing across his face.

"Giant? There really are..." In the middle of the sentence, Justin shut up, probably because he found that he had become a wizard, and he still had doubts about the existence of giants. He was a little embarrassed.

After passing through a curtain of ivy, they came to a secret open entrance, and with the "click" of the boat hitting the shore, they finally returned to the ground again.

"How interesting it would be to swim in the lake during the day, why don't the founders come over during the day?" Cassandra sighed.

Following the lantern in the hands of the half-blood giant, they walked along the dark tunnel from the open entrance to a place similar to an underground pier, with gravel and pebbles under their feet, and they creaked when they walked.

The crowd finally started to go up, and after going through a tunnel again, they finally came to a large section of stone steps, followed the stone steps all the way up, and finally there was a platform for everyone to gather.

In front of the platform was a huge oak door, and the half-blood giant raised his amazing fist to the door "bang bang bang" three times.

The huge oak door did not make a sound, and after it opened slowly, Mag was already standing in the center of the brightly lit hall.

"Freshman, Professor McGonagall," said the half-blood giant.

McGonagall was still in the familiar dark green robe, with the same serious expression and pursed lips as before. She nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Hagrid. I will leave this to me."

The crowd followed Mag through the hall, seeing the blazing torches and high ceilings around the hall, they couldn't help but let out a cry of amazement.

When stepping up a luxurious marble staircase, Justin, whose forehead was full of sweat, muttered: "It would be great if we could install a few elevators, because walking like this is too exhausting."